Chapter: 319
Soon, he came to his senses after starting to run again, and shouted frantically in his heart:
Ten groups? Teacher, don't!
I don't want to "congratulate" myself for completely digesting the "Seer" potion in this way!
Hey, are you not touched?
...
Watching Klein run to the other side of the training ground, Gawain suddenly let go of his encircling hands and covered his face with one palm.
His eyes were tightly closed, and the wrinkles on his face were deep and striking.
����
Klein, who was almost tired again, took a shower, changed his clothes, bid farewell to the still silent fighting teacher Gao Wen, and left the other's residence in a public carriage.
He didn't go home directly, but went to the Dragon Bar in the dock area, intending to go to the underground trading market to find out the price of extraordinary materials and buy items for making spells.
On the way, Klein took care of the small treasury he carried with him, so he did not dare to sleep, and made it to the destination with great difficulty.
"I have to leave a balance of 4 pounds for the entrustment. The only thing I can use is 3 pounds 5 soli..." He touched the banknotes in his pocket, took his walking stick, and walked out of the carriage.
At this time, the sun has begun to set, and the light of dusk is soaking all the houses, and the "boxing" and "dogs catching mice" competitions in the Dragon Bar are warming up.
After passing through the billiard room and through a series of rooms, Klein entered the underground trading market.
He looked around, but didn't find the "monster" Ademisor who was always active here.
"Didn't Old Neil say that the 'monster' survived only because the owner of the Dragon Bar, Swain, took him in and gave him a bite?" Klein murmured to himself with a little doubt.
As a Nighthawk, he was vigilant enough to similar things, so he approached the strong man guarding the door and asked, "Where's Ademisol?"
The burly man replied without a smile: "I don't know where he's hiding in a corner to sleep. He's always been like this recently. He's been lying trembling all the time, yelling 'Dead, dead, they're all corpses, they're all going to die'."
What picture did he see again? What stimulus did you encounter? Klein frowned slightly, and asked carefully, trying to find out where Ademisor was sleeping, but the guards didn't know either.
"When I'm done, I'll use divination to find him and see what happened to him..." Klein remembered this and walked towards one of the two rooms at the end of the trading market.
According to Old Neil, the room on the left is used for borrowing and returning, and the room on the right is a place for selling and purchasing precious items, including extraordinary materials.
Knocking on the door of the room on the right, Klein found that the room was divided into two rooms, inside and outside, and there were three customers waiting in the outside room.
He lowered his half-height silk top hat, sat behind the three customers in order, leaned forward, pressed his cane, and waited silently.
Not long after, the partition door opened, and a customer wearing a blue-gray dockworker uniform came out. He lowered his head and hurried away without stopping.
Klein tapped his left tooth twice, looked at him with "spiritual vision", and glanced at the other three customers. Nothing too unusual happened. Of course, certain minor illnesses still exist.
After another ten minutes, it was finally his turn.
He opened the partition door and walked into the room lit by kerosene lamps.
After locking the door, he sat on the chair belonging to the customer, looked at the old man wearing a black soft hat and said, "I want to know what extraordinary materials you have and their prices."
The old man had sagging cheek muscles and deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but he was quite burly, and he was not surprised by Klein's request, because many customers were unwilling to let people know that he wanted a certain Extraordinary material. When you buy something, you generally want to introduce it all.
The old man turned to the latest few pages of the notebook, glanced at Klein, took a sip of the honey wine placed in front of him, and said, "The water ghost's brain tissue ranges from 3 pounds to 15 pounds depending on the degree of integrity. 150 pounds for 50 grams, 200 pounds for a queen bee plant, 170 pounds for each adult black-spotted frog...Human face rose, 280 pounds, only one..." JrNovels.com
Ten groups? Teacher, don't!
I don't want to "congratulate" myself for completely digesting the "Seer" potion in this way!
Hey, are you not touched?
...
Watching Klein run to the other side of the training ground, Gawain suddenly let go of his encircling hands and covered his face with one palm.
His eyes were tightly closed, and the wrinkles on his face were deep and striking.
����
Klein, who was almost tired again, took a shower, changed his clothes, bid farewell to the still silent fighting teacher Gao Wen, and left the other's residence in a public carriage.
He didn't go home directly, but went to the Dragon Bar in the dock area, intending to go to the underground trading market to find out the price of extraordinary materials and buy items for making spells.
On the way, Klein took care of the small treasury he carried with him, so he did not dare to sleep, and made it to the destination with great difficulty.
"I have to leave a balance of 4 pounds for the entrustment. The only thing I can use is 3 pounds 5 soli..." He touched the banknotes in his pocket, took his walking stick, and walked out of the carriage.
At this time, the sun has begun to set, and the light of dusk is soaking all the houses, and the "boxing" and "dogs catching mice" competitions in the Dragon Bar are warming up.
After passing through the billiard room and through a series of rooms, Klein entered the underground trading market.
He looked around, but didn't find the "monster" Ademisor who was always active here.
"Didn't Old Neil say that the 'monster' survived only because the owner of the Dragon Bar, Swain, took him in and gave him a bite?" Klein murmured to himself with a little doubt.
As a Nighthawk, he was vigilant enough to similar things, so he approached the strong man guarding the door and asked, "Where's Ademisol?"
The burly man replied without a smile: "I don't know where he's hiding in a corner to sleep. He's always been like this recently. He's been lying trembling all the time, yelling 'Dead, dead, they're all corpses, they're all going to die'."
What picture did he see again? What stimulus did you encounter? Klein frowned slightly, and asked carefully, trying to find out where Ademisor was sleeping, but the guards didn't know either.
"When I'm done, I'll use divination to find him and see what happened to him..." Klein remembered this and walked towards one of the two rooms at the end of the trading market.
According to Old Neil, the room on the left is used for borrowing and returning, and the room on the right is a place for selling and purchasing precious items, including extraordinary materials.
Knocking on the door of the room on the right, Klein found that the room was divided into two rooms, inside and outside, and there were three customers waiting in the outside room.
He lowered his half-height silk top hat, sat behind the three customers in order, leaned forward, pressed his cane, and waited silently.
Not long after, the partition door opened, and a customer wearing a blue-gray dockworker uniform came out. He lowered his head and hurried away without stopping.
Klein tapped his left tooth twice, looked at him with "spiritual vision", and glanced at the other three customers. Nothing too unusual happened. Of course, certain minor illnesses still exist.
After another ten minutes, it was finally his turn.
He opened the partition door and walked into the room lit by kerosene lamps.
After locking the door, he sat on the chair belonging to the customer, looked at the old man wearing a black soft hat and said, "I want to know what extraordinary materials you have and their prices."
The old man had sagging cheek muscles and deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but he was quite burly, and he was not surprised by Klein's request, because many customers were unwilling to let people know that he wanted a certain Extraordinary material. When you buy something, you generally want to introduce it all.
The old man turned to the latest few pages of the notebook, glanced at Klein, took a sip of the honey wine placed in front of him, and said, "The water ghost's brain tissue ranges from 3 pounds to 15 pounds depending on the degree of integrity. 150 pounds for 50 grams, 200 pounds for a queen bee plant, 170 pounds for each adult black-spotted frog...Human face rose, 280 pounds, only one..." JrNovels.com
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